This is only my second fanfic, and I barely started my first but I decided to stop that one because it was kind of failing to lift off the ground. So here's something new. Here's the background for this story: About ten years before Clark was born (so around mid-70's), Zor-El decided to attempt to take over Earth. He caused a fair bit of damage before Jor-El came to Earth to stop him. It was basically a battle of epic proportions between the two, and anything that came in their path was destroyed. Eventually, Jor-El defeated his brother and returned to Krypton, and everything else occurred as normal… Krypton exploded, Jor-El sent his son to Earth. This fanfic takes place when Clark is growing up. His life proceeds similarly to the way it proceeds on Smallville, with one big exception: people know that Kryptonians exist, and are not particularly fond of them. This means that Clark's secret is now an even bigger secret, and when people find out about his secret they have much stronger reactions than they did on the actual show.

Smallville, 1989:

Martha and Jonathan Kent were having a cheerful discussion as they calmly drove back to their quaint farmhouse. And that's when it hit. The first meteor shower of Smallville.

Neither Martha nor Jonathan really understood what was happening at first; they supposed it just hadn't really registered in their minds at that moment that this was something dangerous. Martha pointed up in the sky, her mouth opening in awe, and wondered, "What's that?"

And then, with an earth-shattering crash, the couple was brought to reality. A meteor struck the Welcome to Smallville sign behind them. It was obliterated and slivers of wood flew everywhere. Suddenly, meteors were coming from every direction.

"What's happening, Jonathan?" Martha cried in panic.

Then, an enormous meteor had struck the road right in front of them. Jonathan swerved to miss the crater, but he couldn't see his way through the thick dust that now engulfed them. Everything else happened in a blur, it seemed.

Martha felt her stomach drop as their pickup truck rolled over. She must have blacked out for a bit, because when she came to, she was hanging upside down in the overturned truck, and most of the dust had cleared. She didn't hear any more booms; the meteor shower must have ended.

Then, she heard her husband's voice. "Martha?"

She turned her head towards Jonathan. Beyond him, she glimpsed a young boy, just a toddler, crouched down, looking into the car. He had a dark brown hair and a serene smile on his face.

In a bit, both Martha and Jonathan somehow scrambled their way out of the truck. The young boy sat there, silently, looking up at them. Martha realized that he wasn't wearing any clothes, so she carefully reached into the back seat of the truck and took out a red blanket, which she wrapped around him.

He seemed a little confused; he looked up at her again with his innocent child-like eyes, and Martha's heart broke at the thought that he might have lost his parents in the meteor shower and was all alone.

She picked the little boy up and held him, and as he smiled, she smiled back. Something about the look in his eyes was very engaging. Martha gazed longingly at him; she had always wanted to have a son. And now, she was holding a beautiful baby boy in her arms. She wished she could keep him.

Jonathan suggested that they find the road in hopes of finding someone that could help them, and Martha followed her husband, still carrying the little boy. Unfortunately, the next thing they found was not the road. The sight before them made Martha's heart skip a beat.

It was a spaceship.

Martha and Jonathan looked at each other, both horrified. A spaceship meant an alien, and the last aliens to come to Earth had not exactly been friendly.

The Kryptonians, Martha recalled. Two extremely powerful Kryptonian brothers who had seemingly fought endlessly for control of the Earth, destroying everything in their path. Just one had enough power to destroy the world; two had been a disaster.

Her favourite cousin, almost like a sister to her, had been killed at that time, not to mention countless numbers of her friends. It had been a dark time for the world. She hated the Kryptonians. They had no right to invade the planet like that, but they had nonetheless. And now, as she gaped at this unearthly aircraft, she realized the threat was again upon her, and the world.

"It doesn't look very big…" Jonathan muttered beside her. Shaken out of her reverie, Martha now realized this to be true. A spaceship like this couldn't carry a full-grown Kryptonian; it looked like it would only fit something the size of a toddler, or smaller.

She looked speculatively at the young boy she cradled in her arms and back at the ship, and at that moment, the pieces clicked together in her head. By the looks of it, Jonathan had also just come to the same conclusion.

Martha was horrified. She looked down at the boy in her arms and he smiled up at her. In her head, maternal feelings were warring with utter revulsion. Was she carrying –comforting – an alien? One of them?

They were evil, the aliens, just evil, and they would always be that way. But… this little boy didn't exactly look evil. But what if it was a trick? What if he just looked innocent to make her love him and was conspiring to hurt her? But that seemed ridiculous; how could a toddler make up evil plans? It was a preposterous thought.

She had sudden thought of anger; they had tried to destroy Earth so long ago, and now they sent a new one here? They had killed so many people; she ought to do to them what they did to humanity. Her glare faltered, though, as she looked down again at the toddler.

The little boy looked up at Martha with adoration, and then suddenly, another thought struck her: did he think she was his mother? For a few whole seconds, she completely forgot that he was an alien, and her heart glowed. A son.

But then Jonathan spoke and she was brought back to reality. "What…" he began hesitantly, "What are we going to do with him?"

Martha wasn't entirely sure she was making the right decision, but the looks that the little boy gave her were just pulling at her heartstrings. "For now… we'll take him home."

Jonathan opened his mouth to protest, but Martha cut across him before he could speak.

"I don't think he means any harm to us… I don't think he even knows what's going on… but, if anything happens, we can always… oh I don't know. We can figure something else out later. But we can't just leave him here…"

Jonathan's mouth closed in a hard line. Martha could tell he thought she was wrong. However, he seemed to accept what she had said, and they traveled towards the road to find a way home.

Clark was homeschooled until the third grade. He was a fairly responsible young boy growing up, however, and when he was eight, his parents thought that he was ready for the real world.

Finally, Clark had thought. He was really excited to start the third grade and meet new people. Up until this point, he had been sheltered away from the world. Now, he felt like he was finally able to enter life.

His parents had drilled one thing into his mind: don't do anything strange. Clark had abilities unlike any other person. He was very strong and very fast. His parents had told him that if people saw him using his abilities, they might be upset. Clark didn't know why… it wasn't like he was going to hurt anyone, but he had always obeyed his parents. The only people in the entire world that knew of Clark's abilities were Clark and his parents.

Clark didn't know why he had these special abilities. He didn't know where they came from. Lately he had become curious to find out, but whenever he asked his parents why he was so strong and fast, they just told him that he was "special".

Clark didn't like being "special". As he had grown a little older, he had realized that being "special" had kept him out of school. Being "special" had kept him away from the world. His parents were afraid he would use his abilities in front of someone. But now he was older, and knew how to keep his secret. And now he got to start the third grade.

The first few weeks of school passed by in a flash. Clark made some good friends, including a boy named Pete Ross who lived a few streets down from him. Clark was intelligent and excelled in all of his subjects. In general, he was quite happy.

It was early October already when Clark heard about the Kryptonians for the first time.

He was playing with Pete at recess when he caught of few words of a conversation some of his classmates were having.

"…told me that if you're bad, the Kryptonians are going to get you!" The speaker's friends looked up at him, half in horror, half in awe.

Clark turned to Pete. "What's a Kryptonian?"

Pete gaped at him, and amazed look on his face. "You don't know what a Kryptonian is?"

"Well… no." Clark shrugged, feeling a little self-conscious at his lack of knowledge. (I find this situation very ironic )

"Wow, I've never even heard of someone who doesn't know what a Kryptonian is before. I mean, everyone knows about the Kryptonians that came twenty years ago."

"Why?" Clark wondered aloud. Pete's dramatic tone made him fascinated. "What did they do?"

"Well…the Kryptonians are…" Pete lowered his voice for dramatic effect, "aliens."

Clark raised his eyebrows. "Aliens?"

"Yeah. They came to Earth in the mid-70's –"

"A lot of them?"

"No, only two," Pete responded.

"Two?" Clark scoffed. "How much harm could two of them do?"

"Uh, a lot, considering they were super strong, super fast, could shoot fire out of their eyes and fly."

Clark gaped.

"Yeah, fly," Pete repeated with a smug expression on his face. "So, yes, they could do a lot of damage. Anyway, this one alien person came and he was like 'I am Zor-El, kneel before me', and then he made everyone obey him by using his powers. Wherever he went, he left this weird mark… it looked like an S in a pentagon, or something like that. And apparently he actually got control over a whole ton of countries, but he killed a lot of people on the way. And then, a new Kryptonian came along, named Jor-El, and he started fighting Zor-El. And apparently, their fight was really destructive, like an entire war on its own, and a lot of people died. But then… one day, they just both disappeared, and no one knew what had happened, but they were happy. Well, that's the story my mom told me, because I wasn't actually alive yet when it happened."

There was a pause. Pete was grinning at Clark, clearly seeking appraisal for his dramatic story.

Finally Clark spoke. "You're kidding, right?"

Pete looked impatient. "Clark, ask an adult. They'll tell you it's true."

Clark paused again. "That's the truth…" he mused.

When Clark got home that day, he had a lot of questions. Who, exactly, were the Kryptonians? Sure, he'd gotten the general answer to that question from Pete, but he wanted to know more. He knew that his parents would know, and brought up his question at dinnertime that evening.

"Who were the Kryptonians?"

His parents both froze, and then they looked at each other. Quickly enough, they regained their composure.

"Kryptonians?" his father asked.

Clark frowned. "I know you know who they were; Pete told me that everyone knows who they are. Everyone but me, of course."

Clark's mother spoke, and Clark heard a cold edge to her voice that he hadn't heard before. "The Kryptonians were some… people that fought a war that could have destroyed the planet. They killed a lot of innocent people."

"But what happened?"

"Clark," his mother said sternly, "I'm not going to talk any more about that topic, Ok?"

"Fine," Clark grumbled. Clearly he wasn't getting any answers from his parents.

But he continued to be curious. That weekend, he biked to the library and searched for books on Kryptonians. There were a lot. How had he never known about the Kryptonians before? Considering how famous – or infamous – they were, it seemed strange that he had never heard about them before this year.

He picked a fat book called "Kryptonian Occupation" and read through it at super speed. He shocked at the detail of the events that had happened during the so-called "Kryptonian Occupation". He saw shocking pictures of parts of the world that had been destroyed in the battle between the Kryptonian brothers.

He finally closed the book, horrified. Who were these… creatures? Why would they want to destroy the Earth in such a way? He was glad they had disappeared; he couldn't even imagine what the world would be like if they were still here. Completely destroyed, probably.

After reading the book, Clark understood the full power of the Kryptonians, and that scared him. They were scary. How could humans ever face that?

As the school year went by, Clark continued to hear more and more tidbits of information about the Kryptonians, and he learned more and more about their occupation.

To children, it seemed like the Bogeyman was reincarnated in the Kryptonian. The alien became the scary creature that children watched out for at night. It became the scary creature that Clark watched out for at night.

He hoped that he never, ever met a Kryptonian.

And that's chapter one! You can probably already see where this is heading… So, how is it? Should I continue?

Please review so that I can get some feedback. Ta ta for now!